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TELL HIM


To ye old sage!
Closer to the ears of his heart,
Nearer to the cribs of his wisdom,
Special to the lures of his consideration,
Beneficial to the credo of his dispensation,
The man whose ears seem barren to the grief of his people,
Whose sight is blurred to the sweat of his people turned blood,
Whose work raids the hive of people’s conscience to define him insane and unfeeling,
Whose attitude is no antidote to the feral cry of the negritude.

Oh ye old Sage!
Convey this message to him,
Whose greed outweigh the Nation’s creed,
Tell him of the Nation’s misery,
Tell him of the chess in the ministry of bribery,
How his ministers minister to their selfish affairs alone.
Tell him of the neglect of his administration
Which increases adversity like the rising of the ocean.

Tell him of the Nation’s budget,
Which gives no place for education.
Tell him that education deserves more attention in his administration than corruption,
Tell him that education is the mother-pride of a nation
A panacea from the abyss of destruction and recession.
Remind him that our heroes past gained education to become the Nation's pride,
Tell him that section 18 of the Constitution
Should constitute the basis of his educational policy and vision ,
That when the people are educated, the Nation is emancipated.


Dear old Sage!
Still tell him of the scarcity of jobs which cushion the youths on untold adversity,
That unemployment is brutal to the Nation’s dignity,
Tell him that when the youths are unemployed; the Nation is ruined,
Tell him that youth employment is more sacred than personal enrichment,
Remind him that the Nation is too wealthy to be called Mrs. Broke,
That employment is created for the Nation to be recreated.

Beloved Old Sage!
Never forget to tell him of our feelings about the Oil ministry,
How his work proves him an expert of incompetence,
Remind him of his crucifixion of expertise,
How he became a minister that needs no expertise,
How fuel greatly tripled in obvious scarcity,
Tell him of how he stabbed our hopes with much tenacity,
And fueled our passion for his removal with much obstinacy,
Tell him to go and NEVER to return,
That the Nation is done with his dockets of falsehood,
That we need a Minister in the Ministry,
Never a Master without mastery,

Oh ye Old Sage,
Your wisdom is wise,
Judgment sound,
Like thunder, we send you before the rain,
Not of rainy season but election season,
When we shall build the institutions of change,
Needed in the Nation with bizarre rage.

Tell him oh ye Old Sage!

Valentine Igbonekwu
05-01-18